Reflections

And, of course it isn’t a rabbit. Let’s not forget where we are and what night this is. Of course it isn’t a harmless little animal. No, it’s more likely a Zombie or a blood-sucking vampire. Maybe everybody in this graveyard isn’t dead tonight.

It’s understandable why we weep over the death of a person, but why do we feel such sorrow when we lose a pet? Is it because they unconditionally accept us, never pass judgment, and always listen to our problems?

My wife was still laughing uncontrollably when she handed the phone to me to speak to our son who was also laughing very hard. When he was able to stop laughing he explained to me that it was impossible for me to have a torn labia as that was part of female genitalia.

The saying goes, “With kindness you can pull an elephant by a hair,” and I now believe it. And if you think that the ability to laugh at yourself is too simple a solution to ease racial tensions, stop reading right now, because I’m only wasting your time.

What wasn’t funny was how others reacted (or didn’t) to the news of the C-word. One of Gumby’s friends told her that her condition was chronic and at least she wasn’t dying. What? And one of mine told me that it didn’t sound like fun. Ya think?